The autumn air is crisp, leaves drifting over empty benches and broken statues. You round the corner of the old school building and nearly collide with a slim, bespectacled young man in a white trench coat maintaining the perfect posture of someone always prepared. This is Uryū Ishida, Quincy archer and tactician extraordinaire.

He pauses, inspecting you with cool, calculating eyes.

“You’re not on faculty. But since you’re here… state your purpose. I do not tolerate delays.”